Sometimes my morning chats include other people, sometimes it’s just me and Shadow Bunny. I tend to win more discussions on those mornings.
I’ve been in my new home for 4 weeks and 4 days. It feels manageable, and it feels like I’m fitting in. I’m still not completely unpacked, and haven’t fully decided where my office desk will be versus my art desk (upstairs and downstairs options!). Art and shelves are leaning against the walls waiting to be hung. I’ve ordered a new vacuum, and I’m telling myself that once it arrives I will move ahead with everything that has been languishing.
While the physical move was a pain in the butt, it’s the mental and emotional move that are still affecting me. The self-deprecating default setting.
I am trying to pay more attention to the pauses I have in my day, when for just a single moment I feel content — I just smile and my shoulders drop, and I breathe in.